Justin mutters, “Drunk women are so hot.”

I glance to the chicks he’s eyeing with sarcasm just in time to see one hurl red-tinged vomit onto the sidewalk a few businesses down, the other holding her hair faster than you can say Voodoo.

My brother and I do an about-face and shake our heads. “Fucking gross,” I agree.

“Let’s go in here.” He jogs his head to a packed bar.

“I’m in,” I mutter, following him inside our fourth bar since I told Simone that I am over her. We’re now both a little hammered and quieter than normal.

More observant. Less patient.

Justin shoves a guy out of the way so we can get to the bar. A few four-letter words are slung at the back of his head and I reach over and push the guy back as he comes at my brother. He goes to shout at me then freezes in confusion. Twins freak people out when alcohol is involved. He sputters something I can’t make out and don’t care to. It’s enough of a distraction for him to leave us alone.

At the bar Justin motions to the female bartender. She looks like she could use a drink herself. This place is fucking slammed and everyone’s talking over each other in order to be heard. If there’s music playing underneath the cacophony of voices, it can’t compete.

“Makers Mark,” Justin shouts. “Two. Neat. Make ‘em doubles.”

She nods and her darkly-lined eyes flicker to my face. She glances between us once more and heads to the bottles.

Those tits are so good there has to be an ass to match. I can’t see it from here. Justin leans to look and turns to me, shaking his head. “Flat,” he mutters.

Despite my irritable mood, I chuckle because he knew what I was thinking. Justin and I are closer than any of our brothers are with each other.

Jaxson and Jett are tight and always have been, but for years now Jett’s been gone from Georgia except for special occasions. He’s on the road with his Motorcycle Club, The Ciphers, fighting battles weaker people can’t fight for themselves.

Jake and Jeremy always traveled together since they were the youngest of us six brothers, but now that Jeremy’s in the Marines and Jake got married, their relationship isn’t what it used to be, and never will be again.

Justin and I share a bond only other twins understand. Even though we’re different, there’s a slice of us the other holds and will never ever let go of.

And we’re definitely psychically connected. I think it comes through more when we’re intoxicated and reason takes a backseat to instinct.

“Too bad.”

He shrugs and glances in the other direction at the same time I do. I can’t fucking believe what I’m seeing.

On the table in the corner are Simone and Sarah dancing seductively, their faces tilted downward. “What the fuck,” I growl as Justin and I watch.

Rising on my toes I try to get a look at who their audience is. Three good-looking but obviously un-evolved jock-looking guys are enjoying the show. Two are staring at the rising star. The third – some fuckhead with black hair and blue eyes, is locked on Sarah.

A sharp pang of jealousy rips into me and I sway into my brother from the severity of it. I start for them but Justin grabs my arm with all of his strength.

Snarling, “Let go!” I try to shake him off.

He says, in my ear, “Hold on, Jason. Let’s ride this out.”

Before I lock eyes with him I can feel he’s in for fighting. His head is cooler and he’s saying let’s not rush in and look like amateurs. Off my expression he lets go of me.

I swear to God I’m almost panting as I glare at the spectacle, waiting for go-time.

They were dressed as angels and look at them now. My theory was right. The way those two are moving, professional strippers would be jealous.

Wait a minute. Sarah’s face just turned enough for me to catch a closer look at her smile. It’s awkward and pained. What the hell is she doing? Trying to keep up with Simone?

The bartender grabs Justin’s credit card and he hands me my glass. Tapping his to mine he sneers, “What’d I tell you about your taste in women?”

“I’m over her.”

“So, why are we about to kick the shit out of those guys?” he smirks before taking a drink.

Locking my eyes onto Sarah I growl, “Look at her. She’s hating every second of that.”

His eyes narrow and he makes a tsk tsk sound. “Looks like your girl might be a virgin. Not good. I take back what I said.”

My head nearly flies off my neck swinging back to him. “Just because she doesn’t want to be a fucking stripper?”

He smiles.

I make a face and mutter from behind my glass. “Oh… you’re a dick. You were testing me.”

His laugh weighs heavy with what’s to come. “And it’s so easy, too.” Eyes locking back on Sarah’s swaying body he mutters, “She’s too much of a badass bitch to be untouched, Jason.”

“I agree.”

“But she hates this shit.”

“Agree again.”

“Sure was fun to see your reaction. Feeling a little possessive of her?”

“You mean protective.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Justin, why don’t you lick my balls?”

“Foul,” he smirks. “Ready?”

“So ready.”

We down our bourbons and because we’ve already had many, the burn goes down like honey. I hand him my glass and he shoves them at a small guy who happened to be staring at us.

“Oof!”

“Make yourself useful,” Justin tells him, and we take off.